Chapter 13
Nick was dreaming about walking through the Suk in Tunisia, brushing through silks and other soft fabrics with little beads and coins sewed on them. He’d been following someone down into the bowels of the old city. He dared not look at the women shopkeepers shrouded in fabric, their eyes darkened with kohl. He was focusing on the man he needed to take back for questioning. It was an unofficial mission.
As he parted the fabric and entered a doorway he found a red satin pillow with the body of a naked woman on it. At first he couldn’t see her fully, except to notice the beautiful white thighs and ample breasts with the rosy nipples as she ran her fingertips over them and then gave them a squeeze. Then he recognized it was Devon, her body calling to him. Her arms came up to beg him to join her on the bed.
He covered her body. He felt her legs around him, as she arched and pressed herself against him. Her fingers held his cock as she fingered his tip.
She smelled of lemon and cloves and something else spicy. He kissed her lips and felt her tongue inside his mouth. He wanted her.
Then he realized it wasn’t a dream. Devon was wrapped around his legs, moving in a slow rhythm, waking him up and reviving his soul in the room at the Waterwheel Inn. His callused hands smoothed over her forehead as he bent down and kissed her hungry lips.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey yourself,” she answered. “I’ve heard sometimes men have to wait a bit to have sex again.” She was fingering the hair at his temple and he could see her eyes sparkle in the light of the moon through the window. Sounds of the waterfall outside made him feel like he was floating on a mattress in a cool lake. Her supple body melted into him as he felt the softness of her belly, the smooth creamy surfaces of her inner thighs.
He could tell she wanted him to touch her there again, so he brought two fingers to her sex and massaged her swollen lips.
“How do you feel?” he asked as he bent down and kissed her neck, then grazed her lips, licking and sucking her bottom one.
“You didn’t answer my question, Nick. How long?”
“I don’t think it’s going to take very long, the way you smell, the way you feel under me.” He pushed two fingers inside her gently and saw that beautiful arch in her back again, forcing her breasts closer to his mouth. He kissed her there as his fingers moved in and out in slow rhythm.
“Do you like this?” he asked.
“I want you to teach me to be a great lover for you, Nick. I want you to show me how I can make you feel as good as I feel now. Teach me, please.”
He groaned and lost himself in the hollows and arcs of her neck, nipping her ear and tasting the soft flesh under her chin, and then her lips.
“I couldn’t feel any better, Devon,” he whispered.
“I want—“
“Shhh,” he interrupted. “We will. In time we’ll do it all. There’s no race here.”
He removed the spent condom and had reached down into his pants for another.
“I think that’s sexy as hell that you planned ahead. And you brought more than one.”
He smiled as he tore open the packet with his teeth.
“Let me put it on.”
She rubbed his shaft and squeezed him at the base. His penis began to grow and harden again as she rolled the condom down, covering him. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on him, her tentative explorations. She’d said she wanted to do it all, so he decided another position might suit her.
“Let’s try something, baby,” he said after she’d fully sheathed him fully.
Coming up to a sitting position, he lifted her body up over his legs, which dangled over the side of the bed. He gently set her down on his lap, positioning her on her knees with her legs on either side of his thighs. He held her by the waist and raised her up over his groin, seated his cock at her opening and pulled her down on him.
Devon’s delicious moan made him practically come on the spot. She ground her pelvis into him as he raised her again and then felt himself slide into her deeply.
She tucked her knees under her and quickly discovered she could increase her pleasure, and his, by clenching over him and moving her body up and down, her breasts bouncing with the slapping of their thighs as the speed increased.
“I want it all,” she whispered.
He was emboldened again, his cock getting thick and ready to explode.
“F*ck me,” she moaned.
He picked her body up and threw her on the bed on her side and entered her from behind with one of her knees bent up, hugging her chest. He seated deep, pushing through her tight opening again and again.
She was coming unraveled and it spurred him on further. She gripped a pillow to her chest as he bit her neck from behind, as he plunged in, gripping her hips and slamming her into his groin. He felt her internal muscles contract as she began to whimper out of control. Her back glistened with sweat. He squeezed her bottom and separated her cheeks and dug himself into her deeper to spend as she pulsed under him.
She lay like a limp rag doll under him as he covered her back with his chest. He extended his arms the length of hers, weaving into her fingers as their hands squeezed.
“Oh, God. Nick.”
“You okay?” he whispered into the side of her face.
“More than okay,” she said into the mattress. “I never knew this is how it would feel. I’ve been misled. It’s way better than it was described.”
He laughed and she picked up on it and began to laugh too.
“Who knew? I thought the stuff I read in romance novels was just fantasy. This is even better than that.”
“I like fulfilling all your fantasies, Devon. I love bringing you pleasure,” he answered.
The sight of her plump bottom thrilled him. He caressed each of her cheeks, reaching around to the front of her and gently rubbed her *oris, feeling how his cock completely filled her entrance.
“Let’s take a little sleep, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she said just before she dozed off.
“Sleep well, princess. And we’ll see what tomorrow brings.”
But she didn’t move. He rested beside and against her, spooning to fit into all her delicious curves. He was glad the fireplace embers were still hot. He wanted to watch her naked body rise and fall with each breath, restore itself.
Until he could make love to her again.
Nick saw the rosy beginnings of a new day creep through the windows and wished he’d pulled the curtains shut last night. He wasn’t done with the evening. He’d never felt this kind of intensity, been so completely addicted to anyone before.
He’d brought her back on top of him as he lay flat against the pillows, his arm under tucked back behind his head. Her head was snuggled up against his chin. Her arm has extended the length of his at the side, with their fingers entwined. Her soft body melted perfectly into his, her legs caught between his, her hip against his. She’d draped her other arm over the pillow next to his ear.
He smiled at how willing she was. How she threw herself into things, especially new things. Her appetite for sex was new, and yet she wore it like a glove that was made for her. He loved being tender with her, and yet couldn’t wait to push their boundaries, explore more of her body as her new world opened up. He was glad he was a part of it, at least for now.
Something inside him had shifted. He was standing in a doorway, saying goodbye to his lovely sister, and saying hello to Devon. He wasn’t sure where it would all lead, but being with Devon seemed so natural. It had happened so fast, but seamlessly. One minute almost sparring partners and the next lovers in one of the greatest nights he’d ever spent.
She’d honored him with her trust. God he hoped he could live up to that trust. Right now, all he wanted to do was spend the whole day in bed with her. And that wasn’t possible. There was lots to do if they were going to be organized enough that the guys could get everything accomplished in the few hours they had before Sophie’s closing sale.
Devon stirred. He probed her scalp with his fingertips, massaging her neck and back of her head. Her silky mahogany curls covered him. Her breasts pressed into him as she slept. She stirred and he felt her satin flesh brush against his chest.
He rolled his palm and felt her fingers cling to his. He massaged the back of her knuckles with his thumb. Small dainty hands, with red nail polish. What those fingers could do to him. He was a killing machine but could be felled by the touch of her fingertips on his body.
Bending at the elbow, he lifted his forearm and brought her hand to his lips. She arched and raised her head, reading his eyes.
Heaven help him, he thought as he looked into her eyes, he had fallen in love. It was more than a complication. It became something he needed more than just about anything else. The day brightened just seeing her smiling face close to his, feeling her body nestled against him.
They’d had little more than a few hours sleep, and he knew he’d pay for it later, but he realized it was nearly six and time to get up and get ready for the day.
“Glad you’re awake,” he said.
“But I’m not.” She kissed his sternum, moved over and laved his left nipple.
His fingers stroked her backside. He pressed his forefinger up her spine and she shivered.
“I want to stay in bed with you all day, Nick.”
He chuckled. “It is a wickedly wonderful thought, but honey, we have to get up.”
“Make me.”
“You mean to wrestle? Challenge my prowess?”
“I could never do that. I like that prowess. But I do like to fight.” She kissed his neck and scooted up, her delicious sex rubbing against his thigh, and he was only too happy to press her down to increase the friction. “Love wars. That kind of wrestling.”
“I like how you think.”
“I love how you feel deep inside me.”
Her eyes were lit with a low orange flame fire he could feel all over his body. He wanted her more each minute they were together.
She came up on her elbows, resting her forearms against his shoulders. The arch reaching up from her firm little bottom to her mid back was smooth, but his hands soon found their way to her rear as he squeezed her against his growing erection.
She slid one knee to the side of his thigh. He massaged her rump and guided her to cover his cock. Holding her gently by the waist, he lifted her up, positioned her for his penetration and slowly let her slide down the length of him.
She closed her eyes as he entered her. She bit her lower lip and winced. Her shudders of pleasure and pain spurred him on. Her lips had formed an open “O” as she rocked against him as he raised and lowered her without effort.
He realized he hadn’t put on a condom. He stopped.
Her eyes flew open as she looked down on him with concern. She leaned forward, positioning herself on her palms, and kissed him.
“Devon,” he said to her hungry lips. “I have no more protection.”
“I don’t care.” She’d migrated to his neck and was kissing under his jaw, licking a tiny trail up to his ear.
“But you should care. We shouldn’t—“
“Shhh.” She put her fingers over his mouth, and then smiled, tracing his lower lip. She ground down on him, covering his mouth, seeking his tongue with her own.
“Devon,” he tried to say between her kisses. “This isn’t smart, honey.”
“I don’t want smart. I want you,” she whispered.
He stiffened, not sure he liked the implication.
“Right now, I want your cock, not your brains.”
God he was lost. Pinned by a little bit of a thing, and powerless to get her off him. His little brain was having a field day and would be celebrating soon. But something bothered him.
“Am I—” he thought better of it. The realization hit him that he cared for Devon, actually cared for her, while she was thinking he was her first lay. He’d wanted it to be special. Perhaps it was too special. Perhaps it was all in the act and not about caring for her.
For Nick, making love to Devon was an expression of his intense feelings for her. Not just her body, but also the real flesh and blood woman who’d captured his heart.
And apparently it wasn’t that way for her.
She was bouncing on his shaft, balancing herself with hands planted on his shoulders. In spite of himself, he arched up with each downward stroke she made, ramming deep inside her. As she orgasmed and pulsed all around him and he held back.
He doubted she knew the difference yet. In time, she’d recognize the signs. But Nick was having second thoughts about all of it. He’d been so hot to have her, he hadn’t thought about what was right. What was smart. What was worthy of a SEAL’s honor.
And this was not it.